Across sun-baked desert as winds blow free
Wild Chinkara makes the dunes his home
In Thar’s harsh barrens the heatwaves chase
But he roams through sands with a quiet grace.
With ringed horns rising gently towards sky
He avidly watches as the desert winds pass by
With the dark eyes soft as velvet in the heat
Then leaps far away on his swift, slender feet.
No heavy stride disturbs the shifting dune
While he traces paths under the burning noon
A Gazelle is bound by lightness as well by speed
What a living song of beauty, wild and freed.
A spark of life where barren sands remain
He reigns supreme over India’s dry domain.
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